In the fairy tale an incomprehensible happiness rests upon an
incomprehensible condition. A box is opened, and all evils fly out.
A word is forgotten, and cities perish. A lamp is lit, and love flies
away. A flower is plucked, and human lives are forfeited. An apple
is eaten, and the hope of God is gone.
- G.K. Chesterton
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